Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.